She'd rather repair her face with the lights turned off,
The door wide open in an empty house
The frozen minutes are melting slow,
As she watches from the window
The street light's flickering like a tongue that can't stop licking
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be,
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Fold it up and tear it at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest,
But it's worth much more than what you see
Every burden has a version in somebody else

She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight
She'd rather be enjoying the silent stillness of the suburbs after midnight
What's the point? Don't try to hide, don't justify a thing
She's so naive to think she'd be capable,
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Fold it up and tear it at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see
Just like a hundred dollar bill
Fold it up and tear it at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than you think

And this will be the last time
You hide your eyes behind your hair
This will be the last time, this will be the last time

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Fold it up and tear it at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see
Just like a hundred dollar bill
Fold it up and tear it at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see

This will be the last time, you hide your eyes behind your hair
This will be the last time, this will be the last time, oh
This will be the last time, you hide your eyes behind your hair
This will be the last time, there's one last chance to say goodbye